Location: REV Defiance
Objective: Touring the ship | Battle stations
Tags: Quaela and any others in the area
A column of Risen stormtroopers walked through the hallway of the defiance, led by some junior naval officer Verdine had already forgotten the name of. All he knew was he needed to call him sir and that he needed to salute anyone with a lot of fancy looking squares pinned to their chests (rank plaques). "This here is the detention centre. When you troopers are aboard you will need clearance level 3" he said before entering. Inside a few stormtroopers with black pauldrens watched as they Junior officer walked them through the Detention centre. "All shipboard criminals are brought here, from enemy combatants to disobedient personnel." he said before looking at the Sergeant. "Hope I don't see any of your men down here" he said with a chuckle. A very poor and dull joke. "You won't. Sir" Sergeant Drel responded coldly.
The Officer continued to the next area, the troopers walking through a large blast door revealing a few ISB officers talking amongst each other and reinforced sealed doors (Quaela's personal quarters and other force asset quarters) and a platoon of troopers guarding the area. The Officer was about to continue walking past before the sergeant stopped. "What's in there sir?" The officer stopped and looked to see what Drel was referring to. "Ah... those are... ISB Force assets. That is all I'm cleared to say at this time." he said before continuing along the room towards another blastdoor.
"Force Assets?" Verdine asked in internal squad comms. He heard Arzure's voice respond. "Force users from what I heard. A buddy of mine was deployed out a Strident, some masked folks closely followed by some ISB spooks began singling out a few folks from a group of refugees and dragged them to their section. Heard it was a Torguta as well." Verdine shook his head upon hearing a bit more explanation. "Force users and aliens. Disgusting." he replied. Cris was born to an Imperial officer as a father and the man had a deep hatred for both. Living around humans his entire life did not help either and left a deep routed dislike of both. "I know right. Don't know why we keep them around." he heard Vinn chime in. The sergeant quickly spoke after him. "Cut the chatter. What they do is above our pay grade." he said and silence followed.
Just as they were about to reach the blast doors shipboards sirens activated and the PA came to life. "ACTION STATIONS ACTION STATIONS. ALL TROOPS REPORT TO YOUR BATTLE STATIONS." the room jumped alive, troopers began shifting over to defensive positions and a trooper with a captain pauldron approached the Section. "Sergeant, you and your men are with us. Take up defensive positions while I figure out whether or not we might be boarded." Drel saluted and immedietly responded. "You heard the man, get to work." and the troopers headed to differing positions. "Relegated to guarding these freaks." Arzure said. Cris quickly responded. "We should just let whoever is attacking us take 'em." Drel's voice once again was heard through internal squad comms. "I said cut the chatter before I throw you in that detention block. It's above our pay grade so I don't want to hear another word of it." and the squad comms were filled with silence once more.
Objective: Touring the ship | Battle stations
Tags: Quaela and any others in the area
Sergeant Drel [ST - 7051] - Section Commander
Corporal Arzure [ST - 8310] - 2IC
Corporal Verdine [ST - 4065] - Section Medic
Lance Corporal Meeko [ST - 8427] - Heavy Weapons Specialist
Lance Corporal Xand [ST - 6423] - Rifleman
Private Biz'nala [ST - 9458] Rifleman
Private Korr [ST - 8990] Ammunition Bearer
Private Mindy [ST - 9839] Rifleman
Private Gisterr [ST - 8742] Rifleman
Private Ninda [ST - 9100] Rifleman
Private Harbon [ST - 8745] Rifleman
Private Vinn [ST - 9874] Sharpshooter
Corporal Arzure [ST - 8310] - 2IC
Corporal Verdine [ST - 4065] - Section Medic
Lance Corporal Meeko [ST - 8427] - Heavy Weapons Specialist
Lance Corporal Xand [ST - 6423] - Rifleman
Private Biz'nala [ST - 9458] Rifleman
Private Korr [ST - 8990] Ammunition Bearer
Private Mindy [ST - 9839] Rifleman
Private Gisterr [ST - 8742] Rifleman
Private Ninda [ST - 9100] Rifleman
Private Harbon [ST - 8745] Rifleman
Private Vinn [ST - 9874] Sharpshooter
A column of Risen stormtroopers walked through the hallway of the defiance, led by some junior naval officer Verdine had already forgotten the name of. All he knew was he needed to call him sir and that he needed to salute anyone with a lot of fancy looking squares pinned to their chests (rank plaques). "This here is the detention centre. When you troopers are aboard you will need clearance level 3" he said before entering. Inside a few stormtroopers with black pauldrens watched as they Junior officer walked them through the Detention centre. "All shipboard criminals are brought here, from enemy combatants to disobedient personnel." he said before looking at the Sergeant. "Hope I don't see any of your men down here" he said with a chuckle. A very poor and dull joke. "You won't. Sir" Sergeant Drel responded coldly.
The Officer continued to the next area, the troopers walking through a large blast door revealing a few ISB officers talking amongst each other and reinforced sealed doors (Quaela's personal quarters and other force asset quarters) and a platoon of troopers guarding the area. The Officer was about to continue walking past before the sergeant stopped. "What's in there sir?" The officer stopped and looked to see what Drel was referring to. "Ah... those are... ISB Force assets. That is all I'm cleared to say at this time." he said before continuing along the room towards another blastdoor.
"Force Assets?" Verdine asked in internal squad comms. He heard Arzure's voice respond. "Force users from what I heard. A buddy of mine was deployed out a Strident, some masked folks closely followed by some ISB spooks began singling out a few folks from a group of refugees and dragged them to their section. Heard it was a Torguta as well." Verdine shook his head upon hearing a bit more explanation. "Force users and aliens. Disgusting." he replied. Cris was born to an Imperial officer as a father and the man had a deep hatred for both. Living around humans his entire life did not help either and left a deep routed dislike of both. "I know right. Don't know why we keep them around." he heard Vinn chime in. The sergeant quickly spoke after him. "Cut the chatter. What they do is above our pay grade." he said and silence followed.
Just as they were about to reach the blast doors shipboards sirens activated and the PA came to life. "ACTION STATIONS ACTION STATIONS. ALL TROOPS REPORT TO YOUR BATTLE STATIONS." the room jumped alive, troopers began shifting over to defensive positions and a trooper with a captain pauldron approached the Section. "Sergeant, you and your men are with us. Take up defensive positions while I figure out whether or not we might be boarded." Drel saluted and immedietly responded. "You heard the man, get to work." and the troopers headed to differing positions. "Relegated to guarding these freaks." Arzure said. Cris quickly responded. "We should just let whoever is attacking us take 'em." Drel's voice once again was heard through internal squad comms. "I said cut the chatter before I throw you in that detention block. It's above our pay grade so I don't want to hear another word of it." and the squad comms were filled with silence once more.
